Yue Ran sighed. It had not been long since their last consultation, and they had been seeing each other for three or four months now, but Cheng Ying was still a little wary of her.
Then again, compared to the male protagonist's previous psychiatrists that he had seen before, Yue Ran could already be said to have yielded the most successful results.
Yue Ran sat on the corner of the sofa farthest from Cheng Ying's position and quietly took out a picture album-like book from her bag. It was a storybook. The book was quite thin enough so that Cheng Ying could tell what it was just by taking a glance at it.
The young man quietly raised his head to look at Yue Ran, like a cute, fluffy, wary little hamster.
"I brought you the storybook that we did not finish reading last time," Yue Ran said. "Do you want to hear it?"
